Before long, Ling Feng spotted another young man, tall and dressed in a pale golden robe, approaching alone.
This person, holding a golden long spear, exuded an aura like the pillar that holds up the sky, lofty and proud. From start to finish, his eyes did not stray; he strode into the Heavenly Pill Pavilion as if he had not seen Ling Feng and his companions at all.
"Another monster!" Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly. The pressure this person gave him seemed to be even greater than that of Feeng Yan.
However, Feeng Yan normally kept his aura concealed, as if he had returned to a state of simplicity and truth, while this golden-robed man's domineering presence was on full display, completely different extremes from Feeng Yan.
